just generally, nothing specific.
on an unrelated note: I stole a giant sheet of bubble wrap today.


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Zek regarded herself suspiciously in the antique vanity mirror her mother had purchased for her at an auction. She was perched tensely on the matching stool, hugging her knees to her body, clothed only in a silk night gown. Streetlights that were supposed to keep the creatures at bay filtered through purple curtains dimly highlighting her 28 Days Later movie poster and twisted ink drawings taped to the walls of her room. Her chestnut hair hung from her head, and the dark crevices under her eyes ran deep and black. The upturned edges of her


Dancing with the FireClaire Thalken Dancing with the Fire With his radio pounding the transmissions of a local classic rock station, Gabriel wound his car up the gravel paths outside of the small town of Schuyler, Nebraska. Out here, it was hard to smell the packing plant the poisioned the east end of town. His girlfriend, Jenny, sat next to him, lounging comfortably in his black T-bird her thick brown hair obscuring her face with the wind let in from the open windows. The straps to her backpack flapped in the wind when he let the engine growl, and his foot sink until the cornfields, trees, and houses were the same blur of brown. &nbsDancing with the Fire


37 days drugs free_ latest37 days drug free (a short story) 2007/09/10 00:20 Karma: 0 My thumb hesitated over the send button on my cell phone. The highlighted name belonged to my sudden motivation to clean up. Her name was Molly. I picked up a cigarette from an ashtray on the coffee table, scuffed with age and razor blades. On the wall near the narrow hallway to my bedroom, an air freshener pumped an oily melon scent into the air to combat the stale odor of burning cherry tobacco. I let the smoke billow out of my open mouth before blowing it away, and pressed the button.37 days drugs free_ latest
It rang six times before she picked up.
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Opinions, pleaseSo, originally, I started on this long drawn out paper that I was going to have one of my past philosophy professors read. read. It began as an argument for a proof of "God" when God means the beginning point.Opinions, please
But...after a lot of insight this is what I came up with:
Q: Does it really matter? A: No, because matter can neither be created nor destroyed.
Meaning, that since matter can neither be created or destroyed everything is permanent, in a sense; nothing really matters because it all cycles back. Otherwise stated: Matter always is(was/will be).
Also,
I feel that complet
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Dance With Me, RobotHello there, Robot, will you dance with me? Will you twirl and step to a song for me? Will you take my pale hand in yours of metal and gears, and spin me ‘round the room for thousands of years?Dance With Me, Robot
Will you step close to me and whisper in my ear, that I’m the prettiest thing you’ve seen from far and near? And when the song ends and our dance is through, &nb
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Communism and religion are a lot alike. Both were created for good, but both are used as an excuse to hate, oppress, and otherwise ostracize people you don't like or people who don't believe the same way you do.
However, I do believe in God.
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It seems the blood of the innocents could be far more pure....
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Corruption is but a game; one which I play well enough to forget I'm corrupting.
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M a y y o u r s o u l b e s p a r e d . . .
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Que dios te envie el doble de lo que me deseas.
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If you are not living on the edge, You are taking too much fuckin space!!!
Nihil est sacrum, nihil est profanum.
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I am open to art trades, so if you want some lineart colored, a drawing, or a some jewelry, let me know. You know where to find me.
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...takes laxatives like a super model...
Lynn
Means the world to me that people read and think my work is good enough for them
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Same Shit Different Day.
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